"I am not!" Remus scowled indignantly. "You're mixing things up. When Patrick and I talked about this, I didn't think it was possible. When you and I started talking, I still didn't think it possible, didn't even realise what I was feeling until that night in my office when you had to explain it to me. What I said the other night was that I choose you over anyone else from when we first started talking, which is true when you look at how I reacted with getting you and Sirius to talk, inviting you for Christmas, coming to you when I had that experience during meditation. I was always choosing you. I just didn't know why, yet."
Remus nodded. "Over thinking it is a high possibility. It's also fairly common amoung new werewolves. They know something of how we're different and start imagining their senses are sharper than they are, hearing things that aren't there, imagining they feel urges they don't. It takes time for the body to adjust. If anything's going to happen, it will probably be the same for you and take a couple cycles to fully show through. We'll give it time, watch and see. Although, killing him and starting a normal life sounds really good." Kissing Regulus tenderly, he rested his forehead against Regulus'. "Tell me if you keep feeling out of sorts, though, or if anything changes, even if you think it's nothing. All right?"
Sighing, Remus nodded again. "Yes, I did, not when I started, but something changed and then I did. Something about seeing him there, my hand around his throat..." He closed his eyes against the memory. God, what if that happened with Regulus? "Maybe work up to that if it's something you want to try?" he said, opening his eyes. He was willing to try anything if Regulus wanted it. But, some things would require more mental prep than others to be comfortable with, or trust himself enough for.
"Things like what? I can read all the possibilities. I want to know what interests you specifically." If he was honest, some of these possibilities were rather frightening. Mostly, it was...overwhelming for a man who considered himself of simple tastes. "There will be no sharing," he growled softly, pulling Regulus closer. That had been laid out in the same conversation they'd established that simple was good.
"Nothing that leaves a permanent mark. I've given you the only one of those you're getting," he said decisively, not liking the idea of bringing knives into their bed at all. At the mention of the contract, he sighed again. It all sounded so complicated. "I think we're more likely to find that it an issue of finding what I'm comfortable doing more than what you want to receive. You trust me a lot more than I trust myself still when it comes to this."